Sleepy Fox Hollow I am Groot

Tonravik continued to sniff, swinging her hips away as the stranger rose. She was able to deduce the others age and then, next, her pack. The Caldera. Having never had any issues with them before, and even knowing their own leaders thoughts on the matter of wolves being too close, she seemed to further ease up in the slightest. The other was young, perhaps a cub of the same man, and likely did not know. That didn't matter much to the alpha female; she would expect Peregrine to teach her own cubs this lesson, and if not him, any other alphas lands they tread too close to. 

The others display called to her attention. Tonravik assessed the other was harmless in intent and drive both. Still, the alpha female was not welcoming, and her own rigid exterior exuded the fact that she was not friendly, unlike the other. She directed her muzzle the way that Wildfire had come and fallen from, and then took a step in that direction. Tonravik would escort her from this place, and pointedly looked back to the young one to gesture toward her own side. No shortcuts through the Hollow. At the very least, she had become inviting... relatively speaking.